So, there I was, walking down Main St in Vancouver BC, when I saw this tiny store from the corner of my eye. The bearded man, in his 50s, walked out the store, and flipped the sign on the door from "open" to something else.

It said, "Gone for a bowl of soup. Back later."

I thought it was nice. A bowl of soup. Who could blame him, really. Take your time, mister.